"That doesn't mean you can joke about it," she says, voice soft, her fingers brushing over his skin. "Not this, not with me. I know that you've suffered, but you don't... You shouldn't have to suffer just because you can." Hermione's hand drops, touching his chest, where his heart lies, before she leans in and kisses him again, another chaste thing, comfort more than anything else. "I would take all of it away if I could."